Burn

Burns.

Lights on the ceiling
Shine throughout weak and strong
Moments in the darkness
Moments that are wrong

Laughter in the evening
Tears in my face
Humming of a person
No belongment in this place

Silence in the chaining
Cries with the kick
Screaming with the tender belt
wacking with the stick

I cannot address the hurt
That i feel so strongly inside
A moment of shutdown
Want to go and hide

The tremor of pain
The moment of tears
The slient knocking
For several years

A punch in the face
Again i am wrong
A nudge in another direction
Nowhere to belong

A kick in the legs
Fall to the floor
Unnoticed, unheard
nothing anymore

My cries are my cries
My screams are my screams
But it hurts everyday
And it burns in my dreams.